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2007-10-27 - 1:52 a.m. I think I just had the night of my life. It started out innocently enough. I went to Chipotle with Libby and BonBon for dinner. From there it turned into a run to Hobby Lobby and Party America to finish our Halloween costumes. In keeping with tradition, I was some sort of superhero again. Two years ago I was Rainbow Brite. Last year I was She-Ra. This year I am Kim Possible. Or Jennifer Garner as Sydney Bristow of Alias. I look kinda like both, so I claim either one, depending on who I'm talking to. My costume: a long brownish wig, a kids sized black turtle neck sweater which reaches just to my belly button, low slung cargo pants, a big belt, black boots, and black gloves. Apparently, I'm hot in this get-up, because I have never been hit on so much in my entire life. It was AWESOME! Libby, who was Ellen Degeneres, insists that it's the combo of my mysterious looking dark hair and bare midriff. BonBon has taken to calling me "Fit", because of the attraction powers my "fit" midriff apparently possesses. Einstein and I crashed Libby and BonBon's sorority's social tonight after hitting up the bars. The bouncer at the social gave me a glowing necklace, but not one to any of the others I was with. Then he bought me a drink. Later, after I had danced with numerous boys, he came up behind me and fastened another one around my neck. Like I said, AWESOME. Don't get me wrong. I don't want to be seen as a piece of meat. But I don't think my costume was slutty either. I was wearing a turtleneck and long pants for God's sake. The only thing out there was my stomach. I just felt sexy and obviously was garnering some attention that I definitely did not mind tonight. Best part of the night: A guy was there dressed as Indiana Jones. WELL DRESSED as INDIANA FUCKING JONES. Need I remind you of my ardent love (and, let's be honest, lust) for Indy? Holy shit. And he looked like Jensen Ackles (if you don't know who Jensen Ackles is, go google him. What a gorgeous hunk of man) in an Indy costume. *DROOOOL* So, I went over and told him that I thought he had the best costume there. He replies, "Thanks. And you make a good Kim Possible." and waltzes off just as cool as anything. He was the first person to actually know who I was. Libby insists that means it's destiny and I need to go have his stubbly babies. And I'm just in love with Indiana Jones enough to agree. But, alas, Indy managed to slip away and I spent the rest of the dance with MacGyver. And even though we bonded over classic rock, I think MacGyver man was kind of a douche bag. A likable douche, but a douche nonetheless. So, my final dance count was the bouncer, a pirate, Malfoy, David Beckham, Rambo and MacGyver. I don't know what happened, I swear that does not usually happen to me at socials. But it was amazing. And I had so much fun. This sounds so strange coming from me, but I can't wait to go out tomorrow night! Halloween rocks! |
